Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting. [?]

been a brain fart. Got the name wrong]

speechless, […]

and nobody knew

mused for a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up

that she’d borrowed from her

pages

ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true experts, she

double down

and

open to good advice,

alarm when a new message popped

asked. [Lia, why are you asking about this Everard

Louie. She pondered for a moment before

quickly, No way. Is he in

do you

before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful

he mean by keeping her distance? They

can’t stay away from him,

expected Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson

could decide, Louie replied, [Why?]

meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do you know that?]

Louie went silent.

another ten minutes, but still

see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow,

knew. He actually

him immediately, but Cordelia was

single word – [Okay]

dried her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone jarring in the quiet of the night.

What could he want at this

familiar voice, more

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking.

sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing